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By Murder by Death, There's a son he is born With a silver spoon in
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By Murder by Death, Fourteen years have passed since that day Your stories are the
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By Murder by Death, We set out for the sea with icicles in our
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By Murder by Death, In dynamite mine your hour will come In a shower of
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By Murder by Death, Hole up kid there's a storm comin' down Work those fingers
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By Murder by Death, There's a shred of guilt in every one of us And
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By Murder by Death, I steal a look between the blinds I unwind she sleeps
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By Murder by Death, I've taken a hit or two I've given quite a few I
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By Murder by Death, There is steam rising from the gravel on the road There
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By Murder by Death, At the end of the road he calls everyone home
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By Murder by Death, Lately, lately we haven't been at our best And maybe, maybe
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By Murder by Death, In the valley the girl waits At the back of a
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By Murder by Death, Put the bullet in the barrell take the safety off
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By Murder by Death, Your hourglass shape in the light half covered in cloth
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By Murder by Death, Take the last bus home with the quarters in your
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By Murder by Death, All the kids have run inside grabbed a spot under
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By Murder by Death, At the end of the road, He calls everyone home. And the
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By Murder by Death, Life in the city Everyone's busy Packin' portfolios to kill competition Hey boss,
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By Murder by Death, She walked with fire at her heels The scent of smoke
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By Murder by Death, You're all the way over there but we can dance
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By Murder by Death, I didn't mean to make you feel out of place by
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By Murder by Death, i didn't mean to make you feel out of place by
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By Murder by Death, We were drunk and carsick when we rolled into town Pulling
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By Murder by Death, *instrumental*
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By Murder by Death, We were sitting in the back of the car watching
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By Murder by Death, a smell like cigarettes creeps softly through the vents the
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By Murder by Death, Maria's mixing up the poison in the bathroom combines blue
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By Murder by Death, Our fingers are missing. They litter the ground. Grass will never grow
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By Murder by Death, I steal a look between the blinds I unwind she sleeps
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By Murder by Death, Well I was stranded, one million miles from earth The safety
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